Page 73 of Defended
Four more hard smacks landed on her upturned bottom while she panted and gasped for air. Tears had sprung up into the corners of her eyes, and she felt like she was splintering apart into little pieces.
Hanging off of the coffee table, the corner pressing against her elbows and waist, her mind whirled.Didshe really even want to leave? Did she care more about what other people might think than about what would make her happy?
"Three options, Melody, which one would you like to take?"
She hesitated a moment too long and was left screaming and sobbing again as the Hitachi drove her to another blistering orgasm.
"I'll stay!" She practically screamed out the words when he finally pulled the vibrating wand away from her poor, overstimulated clit. Tears leaked down her cheeks and on to the wooden tabletop beneath her. Her arms and legs were beginning to ache—not from the position so much as because her movements were so restrained while she was orgasming.
"I'm so pleased to hear that, baby girl," Daddy said, his voice warm. A large palm cupped her bottom, squeezing it firmly but not roughly. "Now let's talk about why you should have had a conversation with me instead of sneaking around."
Melody whimpered.
Four orgasms later, Daddy finally felt the message had been driven home—that or he was taking pity on her. He undid her restraints, which were totally unnecessary at that point because her muscles felt so weak and watery, flipped her onto her back and then drove his cock into her.
At that point she was so sensitized that every bit of extra stimulation made her feel like her body was being drowned in pleasure, one long, relentless orgasm flooding her senses. She barely even remembered being put to bed or the soft lips pressing a kiss to her temple as the quiet peace of sleep slipped over her.
